Life in a rose garden

unnoticed and disregarded little leaves strewn

accross the cement path that weaves around

turns around the circular beds abound

right to the edge of the path we prune it

it winds around the edge of a leaf whilst

the wind pushes away all our thoughts cares

and most of them leave us, not to return

again, yet we still feel them in our hearts

in our big eyes we cry one or three tears

but as they fall down our cheeks they get big

bigger than dimes they coalesce into

something more than what they were to us all

so they become three small water spirits

taking their places in the round rose beds

tis ther new home and forever shall be